We exchanged passes, the prince chiefly attacking.
Of all the things to strike my thoughts, can you credit me that the vividest was the picture of the old woman Temple and I had seen in our boyhood on the night of the fire dropping askew, like forks of brown flame, from the burning house in London city; I must have smiled.

The prince cried out in French: 'Laugh, sir; you shall have it!' He had nothing but his impetuosity for an assurance of his promise, and was never able to force me back beyond a foot.

I touched him on the arm and the shoulder, and finally pierced his arm above the elbow.

I could have done nearly what I liked with him; his skill was that of a common regimental sabreur.
'Ludere qui nescit campestribus abstinet armis!' Bandelmeyer sang out.
'You observed ?' said Major Edelsheim, and received another disconcerting discharge of a Latin line.

The prince frowned and made use of some military slang.